World War 2 Stories for Sheffield

                Joseph & Muriel Lucas 

The Blitz in Wybourn, Sheffield

By Actiondesk Sheffield

People in story: Joseph Lucas
Location of story: Wybourn Sheffield


My address during the Blitz was in Southend Place on the Wybourn Estate, commonly known as the aeroplane. During the Blitz, the usual procedure was that my mother would call us in from playing, make us put on our siren suit, then we would go into the Anderson Shelter where we would stay until the following morning. No bombs fell near us but we could hear and feel the blasts of the one that was falling on the City Centre.

This was a very frightening time in life and will stay in my memory for all of my life.



The Blitz

By Actiondesk Sheffield

People in story: Muriel Lucas nee Scott......Ernest Scot
Location of story: Shefield
Background to story: Civilian


This story was submitted to the People’s War site by Bill Ross of the ‘Action Desk – Sheffield’ Team on behalf of Muriel Lucas (nee Scott).

I was eight years old and living just off Penistone Road in Sheffield. I remember the Blitz On the Friday night. The bombers came and bombed the gas tanks just across the River don from where I lived. It was very frightening. The next morning, my dad took me into town to see the damage. We walked all the way into the centre of Sheffield, along Penistone Road, over Hillfoot Bridge, along Neepsend and into the centre of the city. Some buildings were still blazing and others were smoking. Fire engines were everywhere. That is a scene I will never forget.


Blitz 2

It was about teatime on a Thursday evening in Dec.1940 when the sirens went and we all made a mad dash for the shelter, but as my mother opened the back door, an incendiary bomb landed right outside the door. My brother in law ran for some water but I knew that it would be the wrong thing to do as I had been trained as a fire watcher. So I went for the bucket of sand which was kept by the door and smothered the flames with the sand. We all then ran for the shelter which was built under our garden and served three houses, and any of the public who happened to be passing at the time. My Brother in law Bob was a young policeman, so he immediately went on duty. We spent all night in that shelter, hearing the bombs exploding, some near and others a bit further away. We had frequent visits from Bob to tell us that various shops and houses etc. had been hit. Fortunately we ourselves had not much damage, so when we heard the all clear siren, we thanked God and went back into the house to find that we had no water, gas or electricity.